No Tomorrow
Chapter 1: No More Getting By
As she walked along the water's edge, holding her sandals and allowing the gentle breeze to dance with her sundress, a single tear ran down her cheek. The sun was setting, and the air was getting cold. The hairs on her arm stood on end, and the clouds off in the distance hinted at an approaching storm. It had been nearly a year since Harry had died in these waters. The rip current was strong, and the tide was coming in, making the waters especially treacherous. But how he loved to be out there, free from spells and potions, liberated from Snape breathing down his neck or Professor McGonagall critiquing his every move. He wouldn't listen to her, as she begged him to come back to shore. An enormous wave crashed down upon him, causing him to lose his balance and he slipped under the water. Hermione screamed in terror and recited an incantation to bring him back out, but it was too late. The waves caused him to be dragged along the bottom of the sea and snapped his neck in two; he was gone.
She wiped away the moisture around her eyes, and sat down on the shore, watching the sun slip behind the horizon. She missed him desperately. He was the first boy she had ever fallen in love with, ever danced with, ever kissed, and ever made love to. Knowing that every night when she went to bed he wouldn't be lying next to her to kiss her goodnight and squeeze her hand as they fell asleep together. Hermione closed her eyes and imagined Harry standing right behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, holding onto her very closely, keeping her safe and warm. The clouds gathered in the sky, threatening the rain, but Hermione remained still. This was the place that she felt closest to Harry with out actually being able to touch him, although she swore at times she could feel his hands running up and down her arms. When she closed her eyes, she could still see his smile.
Droplets of rain snapped her out of her reverie, and thunder began to boom overhead. The wind shifted directions; now it was cold and eerie. She began to pick herself up when she looked into the distance of the shore. Adjusting her eyes, there was the unmistakable form of a tall, brooding, 6"2 brunette with piercing blue eyes. Hermione dropped her shoes and ran to him. He opened up his arms and she jumped into them. Harry had come back to her. He held her tightly and she kissed him over and over again, and he kissed her back.
"Oh my god, Harry, I thought I had lost you forever," she cried.
"I'd never leave you, my love." He smoothed back her hair and kissed her forehead.
"I was so lost with out you, I didn't know what I was going to do," she sobbed gently into his shirt.
"You'll never have to be alone again. I love you Hermione Granger. I'd rather die before leave you."
Hermione pushed back from Harry to kiss him again, but she couldn't. She opened her eyes and looked in horror as a gaping hole began to form in the center of Harry's chest. She tried with all of her might to grab onto him, but to no avail.
"Harry!" she kept screaming. But he didn't respond. He held out his hand to touch her, but no sooner than after crying out his name again did he disappear. ***
Hermione woke up screaming, as several nurses tried to hold her down.
"Harry! Don't leave me again!" she screamed over and over. A doctor commanded orders to have her sedated. One of the night nurses pushed a tranquilizer through her IV and within seconds Hermione was still, with tears streaming down her eyes.
"Ms. Granger, you had another nightmare. We had to give you a sedative in order to calm you down. You'll stay in the psychiatric wing tonight before we move you back to your room." The nurse walked over to the doctor. "Doctor, this is the 4th nightmare she's had in a week. Isn't there something that can be done?"
"She refuses to open up in group sessions, her therapist says she is desponded and unresponsive, and her medication fails to be of any use. Her doctor has diagnosed her with severe post traumatic stress disorder, depression and dissociative identity disorder. Unless she starts to snap out of this, she's going to slip into a totally unresponsive, comatose state which most likely she will never come out of. Unfortunately, there's nothing else we can do for her except keep her comfortable. The rest is up to her."
"Such a shame. According to her parents and friends, she had such a bright future. She was to be Valedictorian of her school and had a very respectable job set up in the outskirts of Paris. What caused her to be this way?"
The nurse and the doctor continued their conversation of Hermione as they walked out of her cubicle. She lay in the hospital bed of Saint Mungo's, where she had been for the past 8 months. The tears continued to stroll down her cheeks as her thoughts returned to Harry, and her heart squeezed in pain in the realization that he wasn't here to comfort her. She closed her eyes and instantly the image of her beloved appeared, and she allowed her mind to wander off with the picture.
Draco Malfoy, a night nurse at Saint Mungo's, had heard there was a commotion of a young girl in the pysciatric ward. During his break, he wandered over to the department and overheard the nurse and doctor talking about Harry's accident, and how Hermione had had another nightmare. She was completely unaware of his employment at the hospital. Most of his former friends still believed that he was a member of Voldemort's fleet. Not to say that Hermione, Harry and Draco were ever friends, but shortly before Harry's passing they were able to come upon an agreement.
Draco quietly slipped into Hermione's cubicle and looked at her as she rested. Her tears had dried upon her cheeks, and the heart monitor beeped at a steady rate. He looked at her intensely, disbelieved that the once know it all of the school had shrunk to a mere 90 pound loony bin patient. Her cheeks her sunken, there were bags under her eyes and she looked so frail. Her eyes rolled back and forth behind her eyelids, and her heart monitor began beeping at a more furious rate, indicating that she was in some kind of distress. He pulled up a chair and took a hand, and began to rub it lightly, to try and comfort her. He began to hum a tune that was a popular favorite amongst former Hogwarts students. Slowly, her eyes stopped rolling and her heart beat dropped to a more normal pace. Draco knew that his presence was comforting her.
"Mr. Malfoy! You are in a restricted area! What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry, Nurse. I had heard that Hermione had been in some distress and I wanted to come up and see what had happened."
"That is none of your concern. You're loyalties are to the ER, not the pysciatric ward. I suggest you report back downstairs immediately before I notify your supervisor."
"Yes, ma'am. I was merely trying to help. She went to Hogwarts with me."
"It doesn't matter. Her parents gave us strict orders to allow her visitors to be family and her doctors only. Off you go!"
Draco got up from his stool and walked away from her bed, but before leaving he took another look at her, his heart filling with something besides hatred or resentment towards her: pity.
Chapter 1: No More Getting By
As she walked along the water's edge, holding her sandals and allowing the gentle breeze to dance with her sundress, a single tear ran down her cheek. The sun was setting, and the air was getting cold. The hairs on her arm stood on end, and the clouds off in the distance hinted at an approaching storm. It had been nearly a year since Harry had died in these waters. The rip current was strong, and the tide was coming in, making the waters especially treacherous. But how he loved to be out there, free from spells and potions, liberated from Snape breathing down his neck or Professor McGonagall critiquing his every move. He wouldn't listen to her, as she begged him to come back to shore. An enormous wave crashed down upon him, causing him to lose his balance and he slipped under the water. Hermione screamed in terror and recited an incantation to bring him back out, but it was too late. The waves caused him to be dragged along the bottom of the sea and snapped his neck in two; he was gone.
She wiped away the moisture around her eyes, and sat down on the shore, watching the sun slip behind the horizon. She missed him desperately. He was the first boy she had ever fallen in love with, ever danced with, ever kissed, and ever made love to. Knowing that every night when she went to bed he wouldn't be lying next to her to kiss her goodnight and squeeze her hand as they fell asleep together. Hermione closed her eyes and imagined Harry standing right behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, holding onto her very closely, keeping her safe and warm. The clouds gathered in the sky, threatening the rain, but Hermione remained still. This was the place that she felt closest to Harry with out actually being able to touch him, although she swore at times she could feel his hands running up and down her arms. When she closed her eyes, she could still see his smile.
Droplets of rain snapped her out of her reverie, and thunder began to boom overhead. The wind shifted directions; now it was cold and eerie. She began to pick herself up when she looked into the distance of the shore. Adjusting her eyes, there was the unmistakable form of a tall, brooding, 6"2 brunette with piercing blue eyes. Hermione dropped her shoes and ran to him. He opened up his arms and she jumped into them. Harry had come back to her. He held her tightly and she kissed him over and over again, and he kissed her back.
"Oh my god, Harry, I thought I had lost you forever," she cried.
"I'd never leave you, my love." He smoothed back her hair and kissed her forehead.
"I was so lost with out you, I didn't know what I was going to do," she sobbed gently into his shirt.
"You'll never have to be alone again. I love you Hermione Granger. I'd rather die before leave you."
Hermione pushed back from Harry to kiss him again, but she couldn't. She opened her eyes and looked in horror as a gaping hole began to form in the center of Harry's chest. She tried with all of her might to grab onto him, but to no avail.
"Harry!" she kept screaming. But he didn't respond. He held out his hand to touch her, but no sooner than after crying out his name again did he disappear. ***
Hermione woke up screaming, as several nurses tried to hold her down.
"Harry! Don't leave me again!" she screamed over and over. A doctor commanded orders to have her sedated. One of the night nurses pushed a tranquilizer through her IV and within seconds Hermione was still, with tears streaming down her eyes.
"Ms. Granger, you had another nightmare. We had to give you a sedative in order to calm you down. You'll stay in the psychiatric wing tonight before we move you back to your room." The nurse walked over to the doctor. "Doctor, this is the 4th nightmare she's had in a week. Isn't there something that can be done?"
"She refuses to open up in group sessions, her therapist says she is desponded and unresponsive, and her medication fails to be of any use. Her doctor has diagnosed her with severe post traumatic stress disorder, depression and dissociative identity disorder. Unless she starts to snap out of this, she's going to slip into a totally unresponsive, comatose state which most likely she will never come out of. Unfortunately, there's nothing else we can do for her except keep her comfortable. The rest is up to her."
"Such a shame. According to her parents and friends, she had such a bright future. She was to be Valedictorian of her school and had a very respectable job set up in the outskirts of Paris. What caused her to be this way?"
The nurse and the doctor continued their conversation of Hermione as they walked out of her cubicle. She lay in the hospital bed of Saint Mungo's, where she had been for the past 8 months. The tears continued to stroll down her cheeks as her thoughts returned to Harry, and her heart squeezed in pain in the realization that he wasn't here to comfort her. She closed her eyes and instantly the image of her beloved appeared, and she allowed her mind to wander off with the picture.
Draco Malfoy, a night nurse at Saint Mungo's, had heard there was a commotion of a young girl in the pysciatric ward. During his break, he wandered over to the department and overheard the nurse and doctor talking about Harry's accident, and how Hermione had had another nightmare. She was completely unaware of his employment at the hospital. Most of his former friends still believed that he was a member of Voldemort's fleet. Not to say that Hermione, Harry and Draco were ever friends, but shortly before Harry's passing they were able to come upon an agreement.
Draco quietly slipped into Hermione's cubicle and looked at her as she rested. Her tears had dried upon her cheeks, and the heart monitor beeped at a steady rate. He looked at her intensely, disbelieved that the once know it all of the school had shrunk to a mere 90 pound loony bin patient. Her cheeks her sunken, there were bags under her eyes and she looked so frail. Her eyes rolled back and forth behind her eyelids, and her heart monitor began beeping at a more furious rate, indicating that she was in some kind of distress. He pulled up a chair and took a hand, and began to rub it lightly, to try and comfort her. He began to hum a tune that was a popular favorite amongst former Hogwarts students. Slowly, her eyes stopped rolling and her heart beat dropped to a more normal pace. Draco knew that his presence was comforting her.
"Mr. Malfoy! You are in a restricted area! What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry, Nurse. I had heard that Hermione had been in some distress and I wanted to come up and see what had happened."
"That is none of your concern. You're loyalties are to the ER, not the pysciatric ward. I suggest you report back downstairs immediately before I notify your supervisor."
"Yes, ma'am. I was merely trying to help. She went to Hogwarts with me."
"It doesn't matter. Her parents gave us strict orders to allow her visitors to be family and her doctors only. Off you go!"
Draco got up from his stool and walked away from her bed, but before leaving he took another look at her, his heart filling with something besides hatred or resentment towards her: pity.